Sweaty pounding bodies
With glistening sweaty foreheads
But still smell like a strawberry
On on my creaking bed
Louder moans are budding
As you push my boundary
Back is arching
While spewing your name subconsciously
I don't know what is there you have
That makes me keep on coming back
Just look into my eyes lile a cub
Then at the drop of the hat I am on my back
You know, broad bridge betwixt us is already gone
Knotted strings betwixt our mouth has been already cut
So why are you still on my top?
Meeting and tasting my front and back
Can't you even feel it?
Can't you even feel my blood walking out from me?
Can't you even see it?
Can't you even see your hands strungling me?
Is this what you call frolic?
A frolic scene to wallow like it is a starry sea?
Well get you in it!
For I am not a sea that mirrors the sky that is starry
But I am more of a sea that is dirty because of thee
So I would you would obscure yourself from me
For this may cause my utter death
But before you pull your slicky picture away from me
Allow me to plant my last kiss on your neck
